"Where will go now?" Cressida sits behind Din, as he sits in the pilot's seat, navigating the Razor Crest.

"I need work," Din replied, glancing back at Cressida. She gives him a soft smile and Din feels a strange sensation in his gut.

He clears his throat, shifting uneasily in his seat and turning to face forward.

"I understand." Din is happy someone understands because he's not sure he does.

"So we'll be heading back to see your friend, Greef?"

"Yes. However, if you don't wish to see him, you can stay on the ship."

"Have you always been this way?" Cressida asks softly.

"What way?" Din is throughly confused.

"So..protective of those you..care about?"

"What makes you think I..care about..you?"

Cressida laughs, though not unkindly. Din shifts around in his seat again, his mind drifting to Cressida...clinging to him.

"Call it a hunch." Din doesn't say anymore and Cressida decides to not press her luck.

She leans her head back on the seat, closing her eyes and remembering how Din had held her in his arms.

She allows the rocking of the ship to lull her to sleep, imagines of Din's naked fingers dancing in her mind.

......

When Din reaches Navarro, he notices that Cressida has fallen asleep and decides to see if he can move her to his sleeping quarters.

It takes some maneuvering, especially getting her down the ladder, but Din finally manages to get Cressida into his bed.

He's surprised that she hadn't awakened, as he had sort of draped Cressida over his shoulder in order to get her down the ladder.

Din leans against the wall of his cramped sleeping quarters and watches Cressida as she sleeps.

He eventually turns, leaving the sleeping quarters and heading for the back.

Din punches the button and shifts from one foot to another, ansty and impatient.

He's been holed up on that damn ship too long and it's making him feel edgy. He ponders Cressida's question.

Am I protective of those I care about? Din mulls this over as he exits the ship and closes the back hatch, making sure it's latched properly.

He knows he got far more attached to the kid than he meant to. He tried hard to not feel anything towards the cute, green alien child.

That turned into a complete failure. Din supposes the reason he did allow himself to get so attached was because of how he himself was a foundling and how the Mandalorians took him in, raising him as one of their own.

That was understandable.

However, Din wasn't sure why he felt what he felt for...Cressida. Was it simply being he was lonely?

Or was there something stronger? Like...love?

Din immediately pushes that thought away. He refuses to dwell on it.

He just needs to find something to get his attention off of Cressida.

Like finding some bounties and making some damn credits.

......

It takes Cressida all of thirty seconds after she awakens to realize that she's lying in...Din's..bed.

She stretches out, yawning and shifting around to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

She doesn't feel the ship's movement and knows that Din must have reached Navarro.

Cressida stands, stretching out more before turning and remaking Din's bed and leaving the small room.

She searches the cramped ship, but doesn't find Din and knows he must be out and about on his business.

She glances over at the mess on the floor and decides she might as well make herself useful and tidy things up some.

Cressida begins picking up the scattered weapons, replacing them back on the wall and clearing away the empty ration boxes.

As she's finishing up, she discovers a small, silver ball, tucked beneath some cloths for cleaning.

Cressida straightens up and moves more into the light to get a better look. It doesn't appear to be anything terribly important.

She suddenly wonders if this was something that the child Din spoke of, enjoyed playing with.

Cressida slips the silver ball into her dress pocket and goes back to tidying up.

.....

"Back again so soon, my friend?" Greef gives Din a wide smile and gestures for him to take a seat.

"I won't be staying long," Din says. "I just stopped in to see what bounties you had."

Greef folds his hands, resting them on his lap and staring at Din. Something was off.

Greef thinks maybe the girl is starting to get inside Din's head.

Greef watches as Din paces restlessly in front of him, his head leaning towards the ground, as though he's thinking.

"Of course," Greef says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out several bounty pucks and laying them on top of his desk.

"Which one has the highest bounty?" Din asks as he walks closer, hovering over the desk.

"Alzone Geer," Greef says, singling out a puck and holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

"What's his crime?" Din asks. Greef notices how agitated Din sounds.

"Oh, your usual murderer," Greef replies, fidgeting with the bounty puck.

"He killed some New Republic fighters. About, oh six or seven. Then he stole several thousand credits."

"What's the price?" Din asks.

"Fifty thousand credits."

"I'll take it." Din holds out his hand, waiting for Greef to drop the puck into it.

Instead, Greef closes his fist around the puck, leaning back in his chair and studying Din.

"Are you sure you want to put that girl you're with in danger?"

"Since when are such a bleeding heart, Karga?" Din demands.

"I'm not. I'm just sensing something from you, regarding her."

"Give me the damn bounty puck, Karga." Greef sighs, leaning forward and drops the puck into Din's hand.

Din immediately storms out, not uttering another word to Greef.

......

Cressida hears Din's return. She's in back, just finishing up with the tidying up.

Din comes to her, standing straight and rigid. Cressida turns, smiling at him and walking closer.

"I see you decided to tidy up," Din remarks, his gaze sweeping the area around him.

"I thought I could make myself useful." Din nods.

"Thank you for taking me to your bed," Cressida says softly. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

"No." Din abruptly turns, moving to climb up into the cockpit. Cressida frowns.

She senses Din's agitation and wonders what Greef said to put him in such a prickly mood.

Cressida waits a few minutes before climbing up into the cockpit herself. She stands, watching as Din putters around, as though he's searching for something.

Immediately, Cressida remembers the small, silver ball and reaches into her pocket and draws it out, holding it out to Din.

He stares at her, making no move to take it from her hand.

"I found this while cleaning up. I thought it might be important."

Din finally reaches for it, taking the ball and rolling it between his fingers.

"Thank you." Cressida can hear the thickness in Din's voice and she knows now, it was something that the child...liked.

Din moves to take a seat and begins fiddling with the controls.

"Have a seat," he says to Cressida, without turning around.

Cressida does as she's told. She straps herself in, her gaze, still watching Din's agitated movements.

"You have somewhere specific in mind?" Cressida asks.

"Yes."

"As to where your next bounty is located?"

"That can wait," Din says, surprising Cressida.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'm gonna take you somewhere...special."

Cressida feels a strange thrill go down her spine. Din wants to take her somewhere special?

What's gotten into this man? Cressida wonders. She doesn't voice her question out loud.

Instead, she simply settles back into her seat and awaits for Din to take off.

......

"Oh, my maker! It's...beautiful." Din has flown them to a heavily wooded area, not unlike Endor, (which Cressida can't think of now without feeling a sharp pang of regret), and their watching the stars come out.

They're sitting on a cliff, close to an edge and Din has spread out a blanket over the hard, cold ground, as Cressida is leaning against Din.

"This is exquisite, Din. I hardly know what to say."

A strange sound comes from Din. It sounds like a..soft chuckle. Whoa.

What is going on here? Din is acting so strangely.

"I'm pleased you like it."

"Din, is something wrong?"

"No. What makes you ask?"

"You're acting strange. I hardly know what to think."

Din shifts around, taking Cressida's hands in his own and gazing at her. He feels the urge to remove his helmet and show her his face.

"Maybe it's because I'm...slowly warming up to you." Cressida smiles, her face flushing.

"Wow, Din. That's amazing." Din rests his helmet against Cressida's forehead and she closes her eyes.

"Din, will you take off your gloves again? Please?"

"Yes." Din releases Cressida and moves to pull off his gloves and immediately, Cressida reaches out to touch his bare hands.

"This is beautiful, Din Djarin."

"I want to remove my helmet, too." Cressida snaps her head up.

"Not yet." Din is surprised. He thought Cressida would want him to right away.

"You want me to..wait?"

"Yes. Please?"

"I won't do it until you want me to." Cressida smiles.

Suddenly,  a blaster fires from somewhere. Din stands up, pushing Cressida behind him and pulling out his own blaster.

"Stay behind me!" Din orders. Cressida nods.

Another shot rings out. Din is searching the perimeter with his helmet.

He detects movement a few hundred feet away. He fires a few times in the direction of the movement.

Then...Din is struck, falling backwards and over the cliff.

Cressida screams out his name before feeling herself hit and she goes down, darkness engulfing her.